Poem-A-Day: Day 248

Deception

The world doubles over on itself,
wraps itself tightly
and drowns the sun away,
washes the sun away
drowns it under the ocean
erecting monuments and skyscrapers
left to shadow the world,
eclipse the world in a way contrived,
some spectral emergence
that takes over the world,
and recreates it on a whim,
dreaming up majesty
and the dark, seedy belly
of what just may have occurred.
I’ve seen this world,
or some visible facsimile of it,
wrapped conveniently
around the lattice of my mind,
my neurons firing off warning shots
that are squelched under the rush
of emotion, or else…
and I watch the creations
and recreations,
wondering what is and ever was,
and if it has ever been, or ever will again.